His Christmas Angel by Cameron Hart

WYATT:
I was not at all happy to be at the company Christmas party, but since I’m the owner of the freaking company, I was obligated to attend. I planned on drinking too much and leaving early, but then I saw her. My Christmas angel. She was the absolute opposite of everyone here with her curves, her innocent smile, and her unassuming nature. My beautiful girl was clad in an ugly Christmas sweater and bells on her toes – literally. I had to talk to her. Smell her. Taste her. Savor every single thing about her. We shared an Earth-shattering kiss under the mistletoe, and then she fled. I’m not letting her get away that easily. If she thinks this is the end of us, she’s in for a big surprise. I always get what I want. And I want her with every fiber of my being. My Christmas angel.

EMBER:
Usually, I love all things Christmas. Yes, I’m one of those people who can hardly wait for Halloween to pass so I can set up my tree. But this year, everything is different. My mom recently passed away, leaving me cold and empty and not in the holiday spirit at all. My bestie convinced me to be her plus one to her office Christmas party. I instantly felt out of place, but soon gained the attention of the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. We talked all night and shared a heart-stopping kiss. But then I ran away. Guys like him don’t go for girls like me unless there’s an ulterior motive. I learned my lesson the hard way. But he keeps showing up and tempting me to trust him. Can I let go of my hang-ups and let him bring me joy during this holiday season?